You are the man who went looking for my lost son at Knott's Berry Farm after my wife showed you a picture of him. You found him and were comforting him when some other people saw you, a black man in a sports jersey, talking to a blond boy. They alerted security there might be something going on over there. You tried to explain you knew who he was and where his mom was and were met with skepticism. Still, you stayed there until we got there. I only had a second to say thank you before you left. I looked all over the park for you after that to convey our deepest gratitude. Thank you, thank you, thank you!